Jean Shrimpton

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965
She had legs the never ended
I was halfway paralyzed
She was tall and cool and pretty and
she dressed as black as coal
If she’d ask me to I’d murder
I would gladly lose my soul

Now I lie in bed and think of her
sometimes I even weep
then I dream of her
behind the wall of sleep

Well she held a bass guitar and
she was playing in a band
she stood just like Bill Wyman
now I am her biggest fan
I know I’m one of many
who would like to be your friend
and I’ve got to find a way
to let you know I’m not like them

Got your number from a friend of mine
who lives in your hometown
Called you up to have a drink
your roomate said you weren’t around
Now I know I’m one of many
who would like to be your friend
and I’ve got to find a way to
let you know I’m not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her
sometimes I even weep
then I dream of her
behind the wall of sleep